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I'm waiting for someone to pick "God bless the USA"… That is absolutely one of the most God awful pedophilia of the eardrums, vapid, written in 5 minutes steaming heaps of dreck that the minions of satan ever shat out upon the earth! Yet, once again, people with no taste or understanding of irony act like that song is

I have to respectfully disagree, for what are mostly technicalities… First, ebony and ivory does have what seems like it might at some point become a nice harmony, in the "people are the same" part. Granted, it doesn't happen, and the song absolutely sucks, but I don't think there is even a hint of life in 'wonderful

I went to that same alternative nation tour just to see Screaming Trees. Soul Asylum was great too and I was never a huge fan. Regardless, spin doctors must have known they were getting blown off the stage every night by their two openers. The bad thing is that I had tickets for a Trees headlining your that would have

My roommate in college played phish's 'hoist' everyday for about 6 months. One day I went into his room and handed him a $20 bill, then took the cd from his stereo and broke it in half. I would GLADLY spend every penny of a lottery win to be able to do that to every phish recording in existence.

ZOmbies are at least tier 2

Wow. That is pretty astonishing. It would be hard to deny a similarity there…

Seriously. I don't think it gets much more blatant than this, aside from just sampling or covering a song. I don't get how people don't hear this.

I also always thought Howard Jones' "What is Love" was more than a little similar to "All My Love"…maybe that's just me?

For some reason, Kevin Smith's early movies not only don't work for me, but make me angry. And not for anything they say or do, but because I was jealous. See, I wanted to make movies since I was 5, spent every spare second of time and money learning everything I could, and making as much stuff as I could (which

I am Legend? Anyone? I've seen it several times but have to stop before… well, you know… I saw it in a theatre when it opened and was reduced to a mess of blubbering tears.

Worked for me too. That, and the aforementioned "I can carry you…" scene.

Sweet Lord in Heaven. Yes. How can you not get choked up when they crescendo when he's carried off the field? My goodness…

I never said they didnt have anything to say about the human condition, I was suggesting that I find it ridiculous that genres like sci-fi and horror are immediately written off for some reason (they're silly?) and are not taken seriously, but musicals are. I don't find a musical number to be as good a storytelling

No. A minute or so. Just because you post something does not mean I rush here to read it. Did it take you four hours to come up with that snappy comeback?

It is, if the genre is innately stupid. And I can make that argument for musicals…

I wouldn't know. To me it was about bad songs and overacting, so I left halfway through. Could it have completely changed course and become as good as citizen kane after I left? sure, but I did come back for the last scene and see zellweger and zeta doing a dance, stop, mug at the camera, dance some more, mug some

I have to agree. I guess, though, that its what people seem to be going to as fall back reading now… They hear about everyone else reading it, and it reaches a tipping point where it spills over. Like those "left behind" books were about 10-15 years ago… It does seem, I don't know… lazy? I mean, it's hard not to see

Indiana. We hope to, someday, be as remote as Central Australia. But without the crocodiles.

Where I was from, this song was not a hit. The first I ever heard of them was that little miss can't be wrong song. I swore it was steve miller. I ended up seeing them on the mtv 'alternative nation' tour because screaming trees were opening. To this day, I consider spin doctors to be one of the worst live acts i've

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